I sit watching UFC on demand. I'm thirty minutes home from work and knackered. I have a coffee on the go and to get comfortable I'm sitting in my boxers and a T-Shirt. I slump in the sofa waiting for the oven to heat. I take in some porno on my tablet - a nineteen year old taking her first steps in front of the camera. No reaction from my cock - she's not my type, she's a little too green looking. I can't get off on that nervous lost girl look. I put the tablet down, sip some coffee. There door bell goes. I place the cup down and walk to the door. I see the silhouette of my neighbour, a woman of average height, a nice chub to her more arse, thighs and belly than tits, but she's pretty, damned pretty. As I reach the handle I'm drawn back to the previous summer when she spent the hot days wearing nothing other than bright pink hot pants below the waist. I remember how my cock danced and how I fantasised about grabbing her fat cheeks and kissing that fleshy arse. I cut the thought off as I pushed down on the handle, I could feel my cock stir. "Hey," I said as I pulled open the door.
"Do you have any tin foil? I'm doing a roast and ran out."
"Sure come in," I say. I can feel her eyes on my legs. I note that she's in her trademark tracksuit bottoms and rugby sweat shirt. Nothing too flattering. "Kettles just boiled, tea?"
"OK," she says, her eyes shifting to a less inappropriate level. I flick the switch on the kettle to reheat it and take the tin foil from the drawer. I make her drink and we walk into the lounge.